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The Great Falls Ranch Affair
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The Great Falls Ranch Affair Only some of the following story is fiction. I went there to fish, but it was me that got hooked. The north fork of the river joins the mainstream just above Great Falls. It is smaller, more intimate than the main river, but there is no shortage of beauty, or of fish. But to my eyes the landscape wasn’t the only beautiful thing on show at the Ford’s ranch. She rode by at ten thirty on the first morning, leaning back in the saddle as her dark chestnut pony negotiated the stony path down to the river. I looked up from my rod and saw the long dark hair, the full figure, the easy smile. Hmm. Don’t even think like that Dreamer, I told myself, as I imagined some unlikely future conversation. “Are they rising?” she asked, lengthening her reins to let the drink from the river. I resisted the line which would have been trying to spring to my lips had she not been so beautiful. Something about how they had been until some great riding idiot plunged into the river and frightened them away. “Yes, I have had a nice one already,” I said brightly. “But it’s so beautiful here that the fishing almost doesn’t matter, it’s good just to be here!” “Isn’t it though,” she said, it seemed a little wistfully, and turned the horses head, walking a little way along the track before breaking briefly into a trot, and then a canter. I looked on after her, wondering. Something about her had caught my attention beyond the flash of her dark eyes and the easy grace with which she rode her . I fished the rest of the day without giving the encounter much thought beyond an idle curiosity as to who she might have been; it was private land, she must be connected to the ranch somehow. The air was hot and dusty, but the river cut a curling oasis of green through the landscape, perfectly reflecting the distant mountains and the sky beyond. At each bend some tree or rock deflected the current making those little runs and pools all river fishermen love. It was a paradise, and I immersed myself in it as much to forget the world as to remember how to catch trout. By the time the sun was edging towards the horizon I had caught six more, and had marvelled at how quick and alert they were in the fast flowing water, each time wetting my hands to cool them and protect the fish’s delicate skin before removing the hooks and watching them skitter away under the bank, perhaps less likely to be caught again. Just like me I thought with a wry smile. Back at the ranch dinner was a typical wholesome family meal, no pretentious restaurant fare for the Ford’s guests; just simply cooked chicken and sweet potato mash. I thought how well it fitted with the wild natural country and the complete lack of that awful corporate hospitality feel you so often get at organized fishing lodges. And afterwards there was just the sunset and John Ford’s wise old-world drawl to listen to on the porch, while the sky faded to the darkest of blue and the shapes of constellations began to show brighter behind the hills. “Well,” he pronounced slowly after we had talked fishing for an hour or so, “I’m too old to stay up late and cook you breakfast, I’ll leave you to the stars now.” He pushed himself to his feet, and touching an imaginary cap, hunched off into the house. I have sat out watching the night sky on fishing trips before, but this was as beautiful as any of them. I leaned back looking up for another long hour just glad to be on earth. There was no moon, but Orion was rising, all the brighter for being alone, and a shooting star almost made me gasp in wonder at its speed across the sky. The sudden voice behind me was so gentle it failed to make me jump despite my surprise. I had thought I was alone. “Did you have a good day then Mr.____?” “Ah, yes, yes very good thanks….er…..call me Dreamer,” was all I could think of to say. I had turned my head as I heard the voice, and saw the same girl I had encountered earlier, leaning easily on the verandah rail behind me. She was tall, not slim, but nicely proportioned, wearing jeans and a high necked sweater. I realized I was getting cold. “That’s a nice name,” she said quietly while I wondered who she was. “I had a called Dreamer when I was little.” Her hair was brushed smooth and had lost the wild look it had had earlier, but her eyes looked even darker in the firelight. She was smiling at me, but it didn’t seem as if she was going to say anything else. “Who are you?” I asked clumsily, suppressing a shiver. The cold air or nerves I wondered. “Sarah. Sarah Ford. I’m John’s grand-. She looked about thirty, and I suddenly twigged. John had told me of his ; he and his wife had been killed in an accident twenty years ago, and I had heard vaguely of a grand , they had brought her up from the age of ten but she had gone to live in the city I thought. She just kept looking at me, a level gaze, the fire flickering in her eyes like the nerves fluttering in my stomach. What the hell was I feeling so nervous for? “Are you……visiting?” I ventured, feeling like a schoolboy. “I like to stop by,” she said, and jumped down from the verandah to sit next to me on the bench. She sat an inch too close, just enough for me to wonder, not enough for me to be sure. “See that faint star next to Orion’s belt?” she said pointing. “Yes.” “You can’t see that in the city, even from the park. The lights are too bright.” It was a simple statement, but it told me a lot about Sarah Ford. “Well goodnight, Dreamer,” she said, suddenly jumping up and walking back up the steps to the house. I watched her; her hips swayed like she was still riding her . To be continued......... |
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2/5/2007 1:35 pm |
and waiting to see the outcome. See Ya! cowboywanted2day  Lets Save A Horse and Ride Each Other,cowboywanted2day
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2/5/2007 2:11 pm |
hmmm...this could be an interesting vacation...
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Lookin foreword to the rest of "The Great Falls Ranch Affair." Kizza 
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and waiting to see the outcome. See Ya! cowboywanted2day Nice to see you again!
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Lookin foreword to the rest of "The Great Falls Ranch Affair." Kizza
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Thanks for the encouragement K, I need it for this one I think!
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